Kate's slight worry that maybe he was going to turn her down evaporated when he trailed his hands down her arms and helped her to her feet. She moved with him to the bedroom and took a quick glance around. It was what she'd expected, actually. Simple. Clean. Just like Clint.
She was more than willing to return his kiss, pulling her bra straps down off her arms to drop the thing to the floor. Then her hands moved back to his waistband. She unbuttoned and unzipped, then trailed her hands up his chest again, bringing them to his neck to hold him against her while they kissed.
Her mind wasn't on tomorrow. She wasn't thinking about anything besides how good he tasted, how much she wanted more. Kate was pretty good at turning her mind off.